Page 49 of Legacy of Lies
“The conversation is over. You will leave the lady alone.”
“She’s no lady.” Hank’s face contorted.
Hard to tell which hurt more, her throbbing arm or the character assassination. Goddamn it, she couldn’t control who her parents were, and she’d done her best to rectify her petty crimes. She’d made something of herself and built a respectable life and career. Any meddling was for the sole purpose of helping her students.
Holy mother of God, give a woman some credit.
Garrison had the posture of a man whose fuse burned half an inch from the stick of dynamite. “One more time, Hank. Get out, or I will remove you from this property. And I guarantee who will win this round.” He invaded Hank’s personal space. “Leave Sara alone.” The cold control in his voice nearly shattered her own ability to hold her shit together.
Her heart pounded double time.
“Whatever. Neither of you losers is worth my time.” Hank turned his head and spat on the porch. “Sarita, you’d better watch your back. And polish up your résumé.” He tipped an imaginary hat. “Taggart, you and your family are all marked.”
He stormed off the porch, slammed the door of his truck, and sped off in a pissed-soundingvroomthat surely drew the neighbors’ attention. How was she going to wave at her neighbor tomorrow morning and act like she didn’t notice his stare, that “so, you can’t get along with men, huh?” assessment? Her cheeks already felt hot.
Until Garrison spun on his heel, kicked the door closed, and stared her down.
